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You know it don’t you
There is no escape,
No island sunk deep enough
Each shell carry’s the song along the ocean’s floor
Immersed in serenade the senses return to the beginning
The time of one
The equinox of drifting souls

No matter how far arms are stretched,
fingers still touch the forbidden,
entering into shadow,
bringing light  of sensation

Chords fire in unison granting permission
to what has been denounced or denied
The horizon melts into hues of saturated daydreams

Swept by the undertow
guided by unconscious want
the taste lingers on



Presupposition may be argued
saying I am on one side of a wall
and that bricks have been put in place
but to me the wall is made of sand
and every now and then
I let the shells play their song